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I'll post tomorrow!

W.I.P. Gathering thoughts together

Story ideas are crazy little things that come to me during work and other inconvenient moments, but never when I'm sitting down with the things I need to get the idea down.

Ever had that happen?

Happens to me every single day. And it's all great. It gives me time to flesh out stories in weird settings, to write out scenes in strange places so that they'll become easier to write down when I can.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Crane.”

I was sorely tempted to give him a finger wave as he rode away.

“You shouldn’t have been so hard on him.”

I managed not to huff as I went back into the kitchen. I wanted to ignore her altogether, but she followed me. I nodded to the cook and picked up an apron to save the dress I was wearing from abuse. I would have gone upstairs to change, but that would have left me alone with Mary to lecture me about the fine art of courtship.

I intended to bake out my frustrations.

“He fancies you, you know.”

I gathered the ingredients for making bread, trying not to cringe in distaste. There was no way I could, or would, get involved with this jolly sailor bold. I rammed both fists into the dough, grateful it was easy to manipulate.

“Right and the war between the Americas and the British isn’t going to happen,” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“How can you possibly know that?”

I spoke louder, hoping I hadn’t created a faux pas in the time line.

“I mean, sailors are more known though they’re,” I pounded the dough a bit more before beginning to braid it, “loos morals, lack of income, and even looser women.”

I pounded another fist into the dough, breaking the braid I’d tried to make.

“Constance, are you really mad at him,” she reached over, taking my hands. I was prevented from further kneading, “Or are you mad at someone else?”

I hated to admit when someone else was right; I was frustrated. I wasn’t mad at Officer Jonathan Carbis. I was angry at the people who were responsible for sending me here to begin with. I was more than angry with those loses back at the book publishing company who’d been literal demons. Angry that I hadn’t caught on sooner – with all the books I’d made about such things.

I.

Pound.

Hadn’t.

Pound.

Seen.

Pound.

It.

Pound.

Coming!

I slammed my fists into the dough a final time. The table rattled so hard one of the pans fell off, clattering to the floor. The cook came running in.

Mary was staring at me.

“I’ll clean it up,” I let out a sigh, wiping my hands on a rag. The cook left again while I picked up the pan and set it in the sink. I sat down with an ungraceful thump, “I hate it when you’re right, Mary.”

She chuckled.

“It’s a perk of being a mother. Some things just come naturally,” she took the screaming kettle off the stove, pouring some of the boiling liquid into a blue china tea pot.

It was one of those fancy gifts from the in laws. Holidays and birthdays were serious business around here.

[This is late - I got distracted by editing!]

Book Nook: Seaside Secrets

This weeks book is one I've been reading on my phone. I do this often when out and about, especially while waiting in lines or those few moments before clocking in for work.

While on my little library app, I've been going through a bunch of Cozy Mysteries (which, if you haven't caught on by now, are some of my favorite reads).

This week's novel takes place on an island.

Title: The Secret of Seaside
Author: Agatha Ball
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Series: Paige Comber #1

What happens when a bored pastry chef is stuck working in a bookstore/cafe for the summer?

Mystery and Intrigue!

When Paige gets stuck working at her grandmother's book shop, she thinks the summer is going to drag by with nothing to do.

Enter, Nate, nephew of the reclusive Byron who lives up on the hill. There bound to be something fun with a newcomer to town, right?

When dear old Uncle Byron is found floating face down in the tides, it's up to Paige to clear Nate of doing his uncle in!

During the chase there's land disputes, missing cats, and a plot from years ago.


Check out this caper, it's bound to keep you turning to pages.



Is there a novel you'd like to recommend? Leave a comment below and let's read a novel together.

Thoughtful Gifts

We made it through the first month in 2020!

Does that mean we all have a little bit of 2020 hindsight?

This past month I've had a lot of things happen have started off this year on a little rocky foot. We all face new things every day and it's how we handle them that make us who we are.

Living with new people can be challenging.

Everyone has their own set of habit, their own way of cleaning, living, organizing things. But when you live with others you have to learn how to compromise and live with others.

This past week I've been back on the learning curve with obtaining new roommates. Everything was tense, living in a small space, but we had a bonding moment last night over something I will not name. (Courtesy is key to being a good roommate and friend.)

I can't wait to see what else will happen on this journey ahead of me. I have until May to live with roommates though. After that I'm hoping to find something different.


How has your 2020 been so far?

What are you looking forward to happening this year?